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hello, blank page.
you invite me to
fill your ******
surface with
the inky blemishes.

words of woe.

you've never known
pain. loss. heartache.
you've never known
hunger, want, or war.
never been *****
or pillaged.
denuded of all
grace and dignity,

until now.
but, no. I won't
wake you in this way.

blank page.
there you are, still.
I will not use a
forceful pen, now.
but the tender
strokes of love poetry.
you will blush
yourself to the shades
of a peach.
in a passionate, yet gentle,
hand will I take you to

******

perhaps i will, with
an expansive hand,
inform you of nature
or faraway places.

or with the greatest care
illuminate your barrenness
with the most beautiful
calligraphy.

fill your blandness
with great truth
and enlightened ******.

beatific beauty

but for now
I only touch you,
and inform you of
your nakedness.
you've been willfully
ignorant.

you are,
after all,
only


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